Again, I own nothing. Alas. Chapter Four: Train Conversations

"C'mon Hermione, why aren't you happy for me?" Ginny complained.

"I am happy for you Gin," Hermione said looking at the bubbly girl. "But if he says he's in love with you, then why doesn't he want to tell anyone about your relationship?"

"You just don't get it Hermione," Ginny said. "Do you know how many problems would come from an announcement like that? And besides, Mum would kill me. She thinks of Harry as her own son. Fred and George would kill Harry. Ron might too, determining on how he found out. And if he were dead, it would make it a bit hard for him to be my boyfriend and tell me that he loves me. He told me he loves me! (A/N I didn't really know how to describe how she says this last line, except it's almost exactly like a line in Moulin Rouge. Satine says: "He loves me Harold!") The girl said happily.

"I've heard," Hermione said

"Oh Herms, what's the matter?" Ginny said, noticing her rather sour mood.

"Nothing," Hermione said.

"Who are you trying to fool?" Ginny said, leaning over to grab a bottle of blue nail polish off of her dresser.

"Oh Gin, I wish I could tell you, I really do, but I need to figure some things out for myself first."

"Ok," Ginny said, searching her face for answers. Hermione turned away from her scrutinizing glance. "You seem a bit high strung."

"I'll be fine Ginny," Hermione said, playing with the fringe on Ginny's bedspread. She desperately wanted to tell the younger girl about what happened with Fred the previous night, but she had to figure out what had transpired between the two of them. She hadn't seen him since, but she figured she could talk to him at the Christmas Feast later that evening.

Unfortunately for her, Fred did not show up for the feast, which was very odd. She sighed and realized that even if he had come to the feast, there was no way she would have gotten him away from George without arousing suspicion. But then a thought hit her. George was at the feast, and Fred was not. They were separated right now and it might be her only chance.

"Hermione, where are you going?" Ron asked, appearing at her elbow.

"I...Have to go get something from my room," Hermione said, her heart sinking.

"I'll come with you," he said. "Maybe we can finally get some time to ourselves."

"Don't be silly Ron, we're going to have plenty of time to ourselves over the break. Besides, I have to stop in the bathroom. I won't be long, I promise."

"Okay, hurry back," Ron said and turned back to Harry.

Hermione hurried out of the Great Hall and ran up to the Gryffindor common room. She got to the twin's dorm and hesitated. What if he didn't want to talk to her? What was she going to say? She made her brain shut up and knocked on the door.

"Hello Hermione," Fred said. "It's nice to see you again. Would you like to come in?"

"I'm not staying Fred."

"Alright," he said, a bit put-off. "What happened last night was a mistake. I'm sorry that I misled you. But would you please make no mention of it to Ron or anyone else?"

"Sure, Hermione," Fred said slowly.

"We can just pretend it didn't happen, alright?" Hermione said, her voice wavering on the last word.

"Sure Hermione," Fred said again, closing his eyes, putting a hand to his temple.

She turned around and walked back down the steps, tears in her eyes. 'I did the right thing,' she said to herself. Why didn't she believe her own lies? Besides, why did she just apologize for kissing him? He was the one who had kissed her, not the other way around. Hermione was all mixed up inside.

The next day, all the Weasleys, and Hermione and Harry, boarded the train for the Burrow. Ginny and Harry and the twins were involved in a very interesting conversation about the possible pranks the twins could do for their seventh year prank.

"You could charm buckets of honey to be on every door so it will fall when the door opens," Harry suggested.

"Harry, stop thinking like a muggle," George said. "It has to be something tremendous. Do you have any ideas Fred?"

Fred looked at George. "What was that?"

"Honestly, what is with you today? You've been in a daze all day," George said.

"I have not."

"Yes you have."

"Whatever."

"Don't take that tone with me. Something's the matter with you. Why won't you tell me?"

"Nothing's wrong. Terribly sorry to burst your bubble."

"Alright, whatever you say," George said, turning back to Ginny. "Have any ideas Ginny?"

"Um...when are you going to do this? Because if it's in the summer, you could make it snow inside."

"Now we're getting started," George said.

"You could turn the desks upside down and tie them to the walls. Then you could put saran wrap on all of the doors and charm it to make it look invisible. Then you could have confetti fall from the ceiling."

"Honestly Harry. Stop thinking like a muggle, please?" Ginny said.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled and looked at his feet.

"Do you have any ideas Hermione?" George asked, looking over at the couple. Ron was leaning on Hermione, asleep.

"Aww, isn't that so cute," Ginny said.

"Very funny Gin. No, I'm dreadfully sorry, I have no ideas," Hermione said.

Hermione listened to the four, actually three-Fred was mostly silent, of them talk the rest of the way to the Burrow. By the end of the train ride, the twins had made little progress from where they had started.

Mrs. Weasley met them at King's Cross station when they got off the train. She was very happy to see them and talked about the rest of the family on the way to the house.

When they got to the house, Mrs. Weasley told Hermione that she would be sleeping in Ginny's room. The girls went up to Ginny's room and Hermione put her stuff on the floor. Ginny closed the door abruptly and put a silencing charm on it.

"Ginny what's going on?" Hermione said.

"Hermione, no fooling around. What is going on between you and Fred?"

A/N: Does anyone have any ideas for the prank that the twins could do at the end of the year? I was really straining for the ones that were in this chapter. Some of my classmates actually tied the desks to the wall for my eighth grade prank. I, unfortunately, was not a part of it.